I sometimes do stupid things for fun. I love going to the old gas ststuon. I go into the bathroom stall nearest the wall. It's not clean but I don't care. I have my jug of water ready and I wait. After some time it starts. A beautiful veiny cock pokes through the already made hole. I hungerly gobble it down. Sucking on it hearing the muffled moans from the other side. I suck until the stranger finishes in my mouth and swallow. I hear a faint clinck of some coins shoved through the hole. A very nice tip. I take a swig of water and rinse my mouth out waiting for the next one. Many different cocks come through. Different shapes, sizes, colors. Some take a while others cum as soon as I touch them. My jaw aches and burns from taking so many cocks and I love it. I know night is approaching. I clean my face up and sneak over to the men's restroom next there I go to the furthest stull. Where a hole is cut in between the stalls. A perfect one wide and big enough for me to bend over and place my and pussy in. Now the waiting dosent take long and I'm fucked by some strangers hard cock. He finishes on my pussy, I slide out of the hole clean myself off and position myself for the next one. Again coins are dropped on the floor as my tip. Not all do but some are generous enough. For the rest of the afternoon into early night I'm fucked cummed in or on. A few even release both their seed and bladder inside me. After I've had my fill I wash up and head home. I turn the crockpot (slow cooker) off and plate up dunner just as my husband comes through the door. He is tired and ready for a hot meal and a even hotter shower. He quickly passes out while I read my book. I pause to count my tips and place it in my treasure box under the bed. It's not hidden just wear I put it. I will not go on my trip to the gas station tomorrow as my husband will be home early. But I will go back soon.

AUTHORS NOTE: I have a back log of writings half finished. I've been trying to finish and share. There is this old abandoned gash station I wanna explore not to far from my home. Wonder what stories it holds? I wonder if my husband will bend me over the now forgotten counter and fuck me? Thanks for reading!